Margot swept her drooling tongue across the head of her son's cock, lapping up the preliminary jizz that was juicing from his pisshole.
She savored that incest oil on her taste buds for a moment, then gulped it down. The hot stuff warmed her belly like a fine cognac.
"Ummmmm!" she sighed softly.
Her sense of taste could detect no pussyjuice on his cock-knob and she guessed that her son hadn't fucked the blonde girl from next door. She was sorry about that because it would have added to her own pleasure if his cock had been fuckhole-flavored.
Margot loved cunt as much as prick, and tasting the two at once was always a treat.
Still, she was licking her teenaged son's cock, and what more could a lady ask for?
Shifting her head around, she laved all over the bulging slab of his mushroom-shaped cockhead. It was meaty and musky and sauced by spunky seepage.
Jerry moaned.
Margot looked up, alarmed. But the boy was still asleep. Her gentle licking was arousing him in his slumber, but he showed no signs of waking.
She spit-bathed his cock-knob and her saliva steamed from the sizzling hot slab. She slurped on the slopes, whisked at the tip, tongued right into his pisshole, gathering up the goo even before it had oozed out.
She drew back to look, then dove down to lick some more. Margot was rapidly going into a feeding frenzy on her son's delectable prick.
She paused, licked, paused. She kept glancing at his face warily as she came up for air. His cock was standing up like a pipe under her face, looming up in a throbbing pillar of iron-hard meat.
She lay belly-down between his legs and began to lick his balls. Then she sucked on them, thrilled at how full and firm and solid they were. It was like sucking on a juicy melon. She could feel his slime slosh around inside.
She lifted his balls and tongued underneath them, groveling in his groin, going crazy over the nutty goodness of his bloated balls.
Then she placed her flattened tongue against the base of his towering cock. She drew it up slowly, tracing along the pounding vein that seamed the underside.
She flutter-kissed the base of his cockhead, where the vein spread out in a delta. Pre-cum dribbled down and washed over her tongue.
Her hair fell in an inky cascade over his cock as her head bobbed up and down, slurping him from his balls to his cock-knob.
Jerry was definitely dreaming now, moaning and panting, his haunches starting to stir. He humped up. Her tongue danced on his driving cock.
Streams of spunk poured down his cockshaft and she licked them up as they slimed the stalk, her own slobber flooding over him as lavishly as his jizz.
His cock jolted savagely. The prickhead was flaring out like a hooded cobra about to strike, spunky venom dripping from the fangless maw of his pisshole.
Margot thought cum was scrumptious, and being her son's jizz made it all the more tantalizing.
Margot tipped her head to one side and fitted her parted lips against the underside of his cock. She began to pull her mouth up and down along the throbbing cock, playing his prick like a meaty flute.
He humped, shoving his prick up and down as his mother's mouth slid along the tube. His preliminary flow was whetting Margot's appetite, making the wanton woman hungry for more of her son's spunk.
She hadn't intended to make him cream off.
She was only going to lick his cock and balls a bit – which she had convinced herself was only a form of maternal caress, not really incest.
But Margot was getting much too hungry to stick to such a self-imposed limit.
She was wondering whether she could manage to make him shoot without waking him up. To give her son a lovely wet dream – in her mouth.
That would certainly be incest, she knew. Not real, real incest, she thought. Oral incest wasn't the ultimate. It was taboo, sure, but it wasn't as if she were going to fuck her son.
She would never do a thing like that.
And, after all, the boy had sucked her nipples as a nursing infant.
Sucking on the head of his cock and swallowing his jizz was almost the same thing, right?
She was also figuring that her son badly needed to empty his balls and that it would be cruel to go away and leave him stiff and swollen.
As a mother, Margot had a duty, an obligation, to help him get his rocks off.
For some reason, Jerry had not had his customary evening jerk-off, and it wasn't healthy for a virile teenager to keep his cum-bags so full.
And so, in her clever and calculating way, did Margot Benson justify drinking her son's jizz.
At the same moment, in the house next door, Debby Wedgewood was also thinking about drinking out of Jerry's cock. The girl was really sorry that she had been so silly earlier by not blowing him because it was their first date.
What did principles matter when prick-sucking was what they both wanted?
She was shoving four fingers into her fuckhole, getting them all juice up, then frigging them into her mouth and sucking as if they were a pecker.
But it was frustrating.
Cuntjuice was delicious, but fingers were only fingers and it was hard to imagine that her own slimy digits had transmuted into a spurting prick.
She switched hands, finger-fucking with one while she mouthed the other.
One hand crept down, sparkling with saliva, as the other moved up, glistening with girl goo.
She creamed off, shuddering.
But it was only a cum on a handjob, and not nearly enough for the horny minx.
How could she bear to wait until tomorrow night before she sucked Jerry off and he ate out her cunt again? She knew that she would be desperate all through the day, her cunt burning like an ember between her slim thighs. It might even turn out to be embarrassing, as the aroma of her overheated pussy permeated the whole house.
Maybe she could see Jerry early in the morning, she thought. She could blow him for breakfast!
She grinned at that thought.
But, still, breakfast was hours away.
And what Debby needed now was a midnight snack!
She began to wonder if she dared to sneak over to Jerry's house and go to his bedroom. It was risky. If his mother caught them together, there would be hell to pay – or so she assumed. Yet the element of danger increased the thrill.
Debby gave her cunt a last rub with her hand, then got up and went to the window.
The Benson house was in darkness.
Evidently Jerry's mother had gone to bed, and Debby guessed that she could probably manage to sneak up to his bedroom without being caught.
She knew he would be glad to see her.
And she sure hoped that the youth hadn't been draining off his cock by hand.
Of course, he hadn't.
But his mother was about to do that for him.
Debby slipped into a sexy nightie and, feeling deliciously daring and adventurous, tiptoed from her bedroom and went downstairs.
She made very little noise.
But her mother heard her – because Claire had been listening intently to the sounds of the finger-fucking as she flailed away at her own frothy fuckhole.
Where on earth was Debby going? she wondered.
Claire got up from her bed, her cunt squishing as she shifted her position. She moved to the door and looked out, just in time to see her daughter go down the stairs. Claire was intrigued.
Did the girl have a secret date?
Claire went into Debby's bedroom and looked at the sheets, grinning when she saw a pool of cuntjuice glistening there.
She didn't mind if her little girl had sneaked out to get fucked. On the contrary, she approved. But she wanted to know about it.
Claire decided that she would wait there in her daughter's room so that she could confront the girl when Debby came sneaking back in. It would be very interesting.
She lay down and frigged her pussy a bit.
Then she fell asleep.
And so it was that a mother was occupying her daughter's bed on an eventful evening.
The stage was being set.
And the players were treading the boards…